Something Old

I went to see Something New. First off, they must’ve shown a gazillion trainers. Pretty much all moves with predominately Black casts. The thatre was mixed. Anyhow, I went to see it because I wanted to see how the whole Black woman/white man would be written. Oh and because I thought the white guy in the movie was Matthew McConaughey! Curses!! It wasn’t. It was some guy who looked like he smoked a pack a day. It was some guy who was not hot. It was just some guy!!! Matthew, he’s hot. This guy was just ‘eh’.

I have absolutely no problems with Black women dating, marrying, etc. white me. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know how they came up with the title because this isn’t anything new. All of a sudden, post Beyonce, white men didn’t start checking for Black women. DeNero didn’t start anything either. But again, I wanted to see how points of views would come across on screen. If you haven’t seen the movie, stop reading this right now. I mean, if you intend to see the movie.

I appreciated how they tried to make them so different on the surface. He worked with his hands, she’s has man-hands, and was very corporate. She was from Black high society, he was from…I don’t remember where. They even tried to offer up an option of a perfectly eligible Black man, Blair Underwood, who she didn’t choose. They sorta tried to make Blair appear to be trying to mold her into the woman he wanted her to be.

I appreciate how they didn’t paint Black men negatively in an effort to show why she might choose the not-Matthew guy. The only dude on any sly stuff was her brother because in every scene he had a different woman by his side. But her father seemed to be a stand-up guy. So did the chef her friend ended up with.

I was rolling with the movie until the end. The end was so ridiculous, I darn near threw a shoe at the screen. At the end, her father told her to go with who she loved–color aside. Now look, I like a hot sexxxy man of any color. But my mother and step-father, for all the checks they wrote to Howard and DST, for all the Black Barbie and Ken dolls they searched the toy stores for, for all the Kwanzaa celebrations we attended, for all the ‘Black is great’ teaching they did, would not tell me nothing like that. It just wouldn’t happen. Further, my friends from home, for all the cotillian attended, Black college tour going, and sitting in on white campuses they did, wouldn’t be too supportive of it either. That’s not to say they wouldn’t be nice to the guy. That’s not to say they wouldn’t eventually warm up to him. But it would take time. It would take getting to know him. Hell, it would take time to get them to get past me, ‘Insert my name here‘ bringing a white man home!

When I was younger, I always said I would drive my Black car, livein my Black neighborhood with my Black husband and our Black kids. I never even imagined it any other way. Because of that, people who’ve known me since way back when wouldn’t accept me and the blogger formally known as The Bachelor meeting in Omaha, married, and settling in to breed a bunch or mixed-Black kids. And that’s what tripped me out in the movie. The ease at which people in the movie accepted it.

My mother called me a few months agoall up in arms because my cousin had gottne married to a white man and was pregnant. Oh Heavens-to-Betsy. I yawned and said, “Well do YOU know any Black men her age whod have married her??” She shut the heck up. This is no blast at Black men. For me, I was more undone that her 24 year old ass up and got married to a man nobody knows. I think she’s a bit too young. But other than that, I hear he’s a stand-up guy.

The minute I walked into anywhere with my Matthew/Adam Levine (who I’m over by the way), all hell would break loose. My mother would be on the phone organizing town-hall meetings of every family member this side of Heaven. The step father would be digging up every friend he has with a son my age. Oh it would be on. And my brothers, they’d just sit back and watch the show. And my friends? They’d overly use n*gger. I’ve seen it donbe. And I don’t know if it was done intentionally, but it wa sdone.

Please don’t get it twisted! If a white, check-other, etc man came along and I was feeling him, too bad if the family and friends from way back don’t like it or are shocked. They’ll get over it. So long as he’s all about me and I’m feeling him!!! But this movie had them getting over it a little too soon!!!

did y’all notice how I started several paragrpahs with ‘I’. Am I self-absorbed?